Early in the morning, Ma Lu was whizzing on the toilet, reveling in the liberating sensation of relief, his body feeling lighter for it.
He glanced at the time on his wristband, it was only 8:30 A.M.
Today he and Old Wang didn't need to go out to set up their stall, but that didn't mean there weren't plenty of things to do.
After brushing his teeth, Ma Lu went downstairs for a bowl of tofu pudding for breakfast and took the chance to pick up his business cards from the print shop.
On the left side of the card was the restaurant's name, Universe Infinite Canteen, with Ma Lu's own name on the right, and on the back, he noted his position—owner—in bold, black font, followed by the standard phone number and address.
Ma Lu had no immediate plans to entertain foreign guests, so he couldn't be bothered to include any English on the back of the card, simply riding it out with Pinyin.
